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Synthetic Souls and Silicon Hearts
The doomsday clock is set 29 seconds to midnight,wax-dipped lips quivered for a fading kissmasked hearts buried in layers,deep and thickin muck and in grief. Out of toner,Out of ink,smiles no longer print lemon-yellow days. Soulless words ringing hollow tones,emanating out of dry throats,bouncing off flimsy convictions,thirsting for meaning. We surf a sea of faces,riddled with galaxy of…
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#Alone Inside#Autopilot#Blockchains#Conversations Lost#Conveyor Belt#Dangle Feeding#Doomsday Clock#Dry Throats#Erwinism#Fading Kiss#Filtered Lives#Flimsy Convictions#FYP#Galaxy Of Eyes#Gloom And Doom#Grief#Hollow Tones#Inspiration#Learning#Life#Love#Masked Hearts#Midnight#Muck#Mutated Feelings#Out Of Ink#Out Of Toner#Poem#Poetry#Polished Minds
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february 2nd
#ive tried so . so many times to make serious 2/2 pieces#i think i migjt actually just be allergic to drawing shuake on tje same canvas#in all seriousness theres like this Thing in tje back of my mind whenever i try drawing shuake that says it Has to be a banger piece#maybe because theyre so popular and also my favs? so it makes it hard for me just to draw them for funsies 😓 has to be perfect n polished#anyways . im trying to break away from that mindset !! please expect shuak dying in a gluetrap soon ❤️#shuake#akeshu#akechi goro#goro akechi#kurusu akira#akira kurusu#amamiya ren#ren amamiya#joker persona 5#persona 5#persona#persona 5 royal#p5#p5r#third semester#my art
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okay i GOTTA ask- is noel polish???? my guy knows what babka is and I'm not sure if that's just from general exposure to some good polish delis in new york or if he was raised on that stuff (and if he was...... i would absolutely LOVE to know his thoughts on pierogi and sauerkraut)
Love how Noel is turning into the food guy, he knows how to cook and he has god tier taste in food
#you know he’s got a favorite polish-jewish deli he frequents in New York#DEFINITELY has some in Arkham he would take Roland to often#he likes to take the boyfriends out on the town trying different restaurants and cafes and delis and bakeries#opening up Arthur’s poor English mind to the beauty of Polish cuisine#and Jewish and Italian and Egyptian and any other kind that catches his taste buds#bros crazy#ask#arthur lester and his three boyfriends
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and i could belong to the night
#she was born in a wet cardboard box all alone#<- tief4tief's tags on the lineart that echoed in my mind as i finished this#this was a VERY quick drawing. like 3hrs tops#so its not polished and i dont feel like i did the concept justice BUT i enjoyed it as a break#and it nice to just get smth out quickly every once in a while!!#shadowheart#bg3#bg3 fanart#baldurs gate 3#i consulted the concept art for her rosary i mean rosary i mean rosary i mean sharran amulet
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I can now die in peace
#toilet bound hanako kun#tbhk#jshk#aoi akane#the three clock keepers#mirai#kako#Kako has nail polish and he rocks it#Kaane being the only one looking at us while Kako and Mirai are looking forward them#eating all of that#Kako “fading” in the bg#Akane being so serious while looking at the readers#I am not okay#and the green is so pretty aaah#I love love love the shades in their hair#dont mind me I can t type#what a nice thing to wake up to#ramblings#jibaku shounen hanako kun#jibaku shonen hanako kun#I like how we can't see Mirai's wrist “joints” while she is assembled too#Kako's clock is supposed to be black though I think?#I had the hc that the blu in Akane's eyes were like this mostly when he is a supernatural (even if it changes on most illustrations)#but here?? amazing 100000/10#love it sm
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One day, when Steve and Eddie are still in the early stages of dating, both a little overwhelmed but sure of each other and excited to see where it’s going, Steve brings Eddie flowers when he comes to the trailer park for a date night. It’s the first-month anniversary of their first kiss, and he doesn’t say as much, because he’s pretty sure Eddie doesn’t care about those dates like he does - and it’s not like a one-month anniversary is some kind of great accomplishment anyway - but he wants to do something special and he decides flowers will make anyone happy, if only for the gesture. He gets a bouquet with bold, dark shades; purple and dark red and some greenery with sharp edges and thorns, to give it a little bit of Eddie: sweet, but still badass.
When Steve gets to the trailer, Eddie opens the door with a wide smile on his face - but it instantly disappears and gets replaced with a kind of shocked surprise when he sees what Steve is holding in his hands.
‘Got you flowers,’ Steve says, stating the obvious and leaning in to kiss Eddie’s lips. But Eddie is still frozen in the doorway - his mouth doesn’t even move when Steve presses his lips against Eddie’s.
Steve pulls back and squints at Eddie, trying to figure out what’s going on with him. ‘You alright there?’ he asks.
‘You got me flowers,’ is the only thing Eddie says; his voice is trembling and his eyes are still wide, fixed on the bouquet in Steve’s hands.
‘Should I... not have?’ Steve asks. His palms are getting sweaty against the stems of the flowers, but it doesn’t look like Eddie is gonna be moving to take them from him anytime soon. Panic starts to crawl its way up in his stomach as he wonders if he’s made some kind of huge mistake.
‘I um... I’m sorry. This was stupid, wasn’t it? Is it weird? You know I’m only used to dating girls and they always used to love it when I -’
‘What the hell are we even doing?’ Eddie suddenly interrupts him in a shrill voice with a panicked edge to it.
‘What - what do you mean?’ Steve asks, still unable to make sense of what’s happening.
‘I’m not the kind of person you can bring flowers to! I’m - I live in a goddamn trailer, for fuck’s sake! I’m not like any of those girls you used to date, Steve, and if you -’ He glances around him frantically, then fixes his eyes back on Steve’s face, a scared look in them. ‘We don’t even own a fucking vase, Steve, we never - I never - Jesus, they’re really pretty but I’m not - they’re too beautiful for this fucking trailer, you shouldn’t -’
‘Hey, woah, take it easy, alright?’ Steve finally understands what’s going on, and it’s breaking his heart that Eddie believes he isn’t even worth a bunch of flowers. He gently drops the bouquet on the ground, freeing his hands to be able to place them on Eddie’s shoulders in an attempt to ground him.
‘Take a deep breath for me, okay?’
Eddie obeys, taking a shuddering breath while blinking tears away from his eyes.
‘I know you’re nothing like those girls,’ Steve says, softly. ‘And I don’t care. If anything, it’s why I like you so much more. That’s why I think you deserve flowers, even if you don’t have a vase. Trailers deserve flowers, too, you know.’
Steve can see the tension disappear from Eddie’s body as Eddie lets out a heavy sigh. Then, his boyfriend suddenly launches himself into Steve’s arms, colliding into him with a force that almost has Steve tumbling down the steps leading up to the trailer’s front door.
‘You’re too fucking good to be true, Stevie,’ he murmurs into his ear.
Steve can’t help but chuckle at that, holding Eddie as tight as he can. ‘What, ‘cause I brought you some flowers?’
He can feel in the crook of his neck how Eddie is nodding.
‘How about I get you a vase next time, so I can keep bringing you flowers?’
‘I love you.’
Steve freezes. A second later, Eddie lifts his head to look at him. His eyes are wide and shocked, probably mirroring the look in Steve’s own eyes.
‘Shit, sorry, that just - um - that just slipped out,’ Eddie stammers. ‘That was - that was probably way too early, wasn’t it? I wasn’t - I didn’t mean -’
‘I love you, too,’ Steve interrupts him.
And the enormous grin that breaks through on Eddie’s face makes Steve decide instantly that he’s gonna get Eddie some sunflowers on the one-month anniversary of their first “I love you.”
#idek what this is i just wanted more trailerpark!eddie content#bc i feel like we often have this kinda polished version of him in our minds#not like i live in a trailer park but i did get flowers while i don't even own a vase so i had to put them in a bucket and it made me think#don't mind me rambling about stranger things#fruity ficlet#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things
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Just two siblings back from the dead, hanging out, totally not using this opportunity to torment one another for the rest of time! <3
Chara Week Day 4: Flowers
[Image Description: A digital drawing of Chara and Flowey from Undertale. They're on the Surface, with grass and trees and mountains stretching out behind them. Chara has golden flowers clustered around their left eye and speckled in their hair and on their hands. They're kneeling on the ground and smiling wide, holding Flowey's flower pot in one arm. Their other hand is outstretched in front of them and holding a camera. Flowey has a red bow wrapped around his stem and stickers in the shape of hearts, stars, and smiley faces decorating his pot. He looks annoyed as Chara leans their face in close to his to take a photo. /End ID]
#chara week#chara week 2023#safeutdr#undertale#chara dreemurr#my art#flowey#undertale flowey#undertale chara#chara undertale#flowey undertale#chara#there were a lot of things I could have done with the flowers prompt but I wanted to do something more wholesome than my last post#plus this was the first thing that came to mind. flowey is a flower. and I usually draw Chara with flowers all over them post-pacifist so#it's like the golden flowers became a part of both of them after they got resurrected. ✨symbolism ✨ idk.#the stickers on Flowey's pot are courtesy of Frisk. they like decorating everything with stickers#also. sorry for giving every character I draw black nail polish. it will happen again. </3#i'm not super satisfied with the background of this one because I was pretty lazy with it and it doesn't mesh well with the foreground#buuuuut I'm fine with it because I don't want to spend more time fixing it. and it's like. fine. just not as good as it COULD be#also I'm new to writing image descriptions so if there's anything I could adjust/describe better let me know#I just thought I should try adding one when I can#🌼
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more doodles HAHA . set right before eclectic
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#maybe I shoulda polished it a bit more#but do I care enough#the answer is no#HAHA#chonny jash#cccc#chonnys charming chaos compendium#cj#cj mind#cccc mind#cj heart#cccc heart#cj soul#cccc soul#eyestrain#cw eyestrain#jbird's art
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Him <3
#bg3 the emperor#the emperor bg3#mind flayers#illithid#i won't draw his armor again unless i absolutely have to#art#might polish this quick drawing later
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Eddie talks about feeling like a coward and Steve is just completely flabbergasted because Eddie "stands-on-tables-and-screams-about-conformity" Munson, Eddie "takes-his-lunchbox-full-of-drugs-to-school" Munson, Eddie "wears-rings-and-nail-polish-and-eyeliner-and-long-hair-in-conservative-indiana" Munson thinks he is a COWARD?!?!?!
#king steve secretely being jealous of freak eddie because he is just unashamedly himself#(may or may not appear in the next ficlet im currently writing 😏😏)#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve stranger things#eddie stranger things#stranger things#st s4#also nail polish and rings and eyeliner eddie is canon in my mind
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:3
#ultrakill fanart#ultrakill#mind flayer#streetcleaner#for natri tag :3#i actually really like this one but i kinda wish i polished it more#Robot yuri
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i just woke up and i'm so glad y'all enjoy my au. anyway here's some shitposts i drew last night <3
i imagine that it wouldn't be too difficult for the Rocket Company to actually manage to get their hands on another command block staff, and they would have seen some of the stuff King did (since they have access to Alan's videos) so they'd know it's King's strong suit, but King is really not thrilled about any of this, especially since him nearly killing Purple is still fresh in his mind.
his relationship with the mercs also isn't the WORST but the mercs aren't really prone to getting along--
Primal likes to fuck with King just for the fun of it, Agent isn't prone to fighting with the others but definitely dislikes King, Ballista and King would probably blow each other up if left in the same room for too long, and Hazard respects him purely because he's the only guy who's relatively sane in this group. I wouldn't say Hazard and King are exactly friends, but they're not not friends either.
as far as King knew, his only job was going to be taking care of Chosen, but then SC entered the equation and it made things way more complicated much to his dismay :)
reblogs > likes
#i hate to be the 'please reblog' guy but the few times i mention it ever people suddenly reblog my art--#don't mind the less polished art it was midnight when i was drawing these#king merc au#ava#ava/m#avm#ava victim#ava king orange#avm king orange#ava king mango#ava mango#ava mt#ava primal#ava the chosen one#ava the second coming#ava agent#ava agent smith#ava purple#avm purple#pitch's art#i forgot that drafts don't post when you click the button thats usually for posting. agh#tommy's stickmen tag
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the culture is lit, and if this is it, i had a ball
#evan rosier#the two versions of evan that rotate in my mind are grimy sexy frat boy & polished suit wearing freak of nature#and i love them both in equal measure#invisible museum
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King the silly guys, Lupin III!
(for @dying-suffering-french-stalkers)
#lupin the 3rd#Of course I had to give him a silly pose. He is the silliest guy. A tangle of limbs in a nice Italian suit.#I have such fond memories of watching the Lupin III movies with friends.#Actually...It's really touching to be able to draw fanart for the series. A homage to a special memory.#Thank you for giving me this opportunity! Seeing your icon (Goemon) has been a true treat in my notifs this last year.#Yes I was a Lupin fan this whole time! I started with part 5 so I am not a particularly old fan.#(I had a little bonus comic to go with this of the rest of the crew but I ran out of time to polish it up...perhaps another day.)#For everyone else; I highly recommend watching 'A Women Named Fuijko Mine'. Mind the content warnings though.#It is very dark but a really *really* fantastic deconstruction on the femme fatale archetype. Not to mention visually stunning.#Castle of Cagliostro is a good recommendation if you want something more lighthearted.#And with that...raffle week has come to a close! Thank you all for waiting and participating!
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too sweet pt 2 - innocent!reader x graves
(because @shotmrmiller's prompt continues to rot my brain. also: pov change? pov change.)
NSFW - MDNI - MIND THE WARNINGS: (graves pov, big ol’ legal age gap, MANIPULATIVE bad man graves, i gave him a made up middle initial lol, corruption kink, dubcon(kissing and touching while reader is drunk, no sex in this part))
pt 1 here
There’s a silver cross hanging temptingly above your breasts when he picks you up.
You look so cute standing there on your porch, fiddling with your hair and dress, dropping your keys into your little matching purse. A sweet little peach that his mouth waters to bite into. Not yet though, he thinks as he turns off his truck. He opens the door, slamming it shut behind him. He knows that’ll catch your attention. As he rounds the hood he sees you staring at him, still wide eyed (excited, not nervous anymore) after all this time.
Not yet, he thinks walking through the fresh-mowed grass of your front lawn. He’s patient. He can wait; wait for you to want him as much as he wants you. Hell, maybe you’ll even ask for it, beg for it. He bites his lip thinking about what a pretty sight that would be. He smothers the thought as he nears the front porch.
“Waitin’ outside for me all alone, darlin’?” he says, watching you mess with your hair again. He’s trying not to let the lewd thoughts creep in, but you aren’t making it easy.
“Um, yeah,” you say softly, “Didn’t want to forget to lock the door.”
He quirks an eyebrow and leans against one of the posts that flanks the porch steps. So cool. Such a good actor.
“Doesn’t your dad usually-”
“He’s gone,” you ramble out, “Both of them. My parents. They, ah, went up to the lake for the weekend.”
You toy with the hem of your skirt again, not making eye contact. The old wood under your heels creaks as you rock back and forth. He cocks his head to the side, giving a gentle hum of acknowledgement. Nothing too eager or expecting, but enough to let you know he’s heard you.
He already knew where your parents were, of course. It was nothing anyone couldn’t gather from a little social media stalking, and he has plenty of time. Didn’t help that your mother posted just about everything on there. With pictures too. That’s how he knew that they had left mid-day, got there two hours later, and that now your mother was three margaritas deep and your father was working his way through a thirty pack with his fishing buddies in the middle of the lake.
“Hope y’all weren’t waiting for long,” he said with a smile, finally holding out his arm in expectation of a hug.
You smiled as you bounced into his arms. You melted into him, all stiffness and anxiety leaving once you were safe in his arms. You liked it when he greeted you like this. The tiny bit of chaste intimacy of it. He loved feeling you wrap your arms around him, bury your face in his chest and not-so-discreetly smell his cologne. It wasn’t all one sided, of course. He loved sliding his hand across your back, pulling you close enough to let him press his face into your hair.
Usually the moment only lasts a second, with one of your parents stepping outside to break the spell, telling you (him) to not stay out too late (like it mattered, they would be dead asleep long before you returned anyway), before he was chastely taking your hand or, more recently, leading you away with a hand on the small of your back.
Tonight’s hug was different. You pressed your whole body into him. He could have groaned at it; the feel your breasts and stomach squishing against his chest, your hips slotting against his. Fuck, you could be such a tease sometimes and you didn’t even know it. It was enough to take down a lesser man, but Commander Phillip A. Graves wasn’t some horny teenager that’s going to pop a boner the second a pretty girl touches him. Not that you made it easy. Lord, the depraved things he thought of doing with you when he was alone.
You leaned back in his arms, looking up at him so open and sweet with that pleased smile on your face. He can’t help but return with one of his own. You’re just too much sometimes. It takes a lot to not stare down your dress at your tits. Instead, he looks at your necklace. The delicate, silver thing dances in the porch light. He ran his fingers along the chain, stroking at your neck as he did, the roughness making you blush.
“Haven’t seen this before,” he said slyly, tugging at the chain. “New?”
You shook your head, bottom lip caught in your teeth. “My mom’s. Family heirloom,” you said softly.
“Looks pretty on ya, sweets,” he said letting it fall back into the crease of your neck.
Your skin is dewy, glistening with sweat. You have to move the chain back into place from where it sticks. Funny that. It’s not even that hot today.
He pulls away, hand still on your lower back. “Should get on our way, then,” he says with a shake of his head back toward the truck. “Reservation’s in half n’ hour. Can’t be late for our anniversary dinner now.”
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The whole of your anniversary date plans were a closely held secret. He’d told you the date but hadn't let you pry a single detail out of him. He’d planned everything out the night he saw your mom RSVP to the weekend at the lake. Found a romantic little restaurant, scheduled a reservation to fit with a showtime to that movie you’ve been talking about, even bought that cute little dress for you.
It was all worth it to see you now, after enduring your sad, silent pouts. Your eyes were as big as saucers from the second you walked in. This was clearly the most expensive restaurant you’ve ever been in, if he could read how hard you clung to his arm, nails digging through his suit jacket, as the hostess seated you. You trembled as you waited for him to pull out your chair in the dark alcove he’d asked for. After the hostess had left you with the menus you looked at him nervously.
“Som’ wrong, sweets?”
“Just . . .” you whispered, looking around nervously. The candlelight illuminated the underside of your face, highlighting your concern. “I hope I’m dressed nice enough. Didn’t know this place would be so fancy.”
It actually hurts him how much you doubt yourself. As if anyone could (or even would with him by your side) take issue with you. No one can compare to you. Not in his eyes. Your fresh face and simple beauty blew everyone else in the room out of the water.
“Prettiest one here. Besides, only the best for my girl.”
The waitress returned shortly after, taking your drink order. He surprised you again by ordering a whole bottle of champagne. For the table, he explained; for the both of you, for your anniversary.
“But . . . I don’t drink, Phil,” you whispered across the table once the waitress had left, the cork popped and two glasses already poured.
Good lord, he thought, doesn’t even drink. What part of heaven did you fall from?
“Take a sip,” he urged, “If y’ don’t like it I’ll finish yer glass.”
You slid the flute slowly toward yourself, the pale yellow liquid fizzing streams of large bubbles up the sides. You were about to take a sip, when he interrupted you by reaching across the table with his own glass. You blushed again as you clinked your glass with his.
“To . . . our future,” he said after a moment's thought.
“To our future,” you repeated softly, that small smile returning to your face.
He kept his eyes on you as you delicately sipped the smallest bit of champagne. It took a lot to not drain his own flute. It was damn good, lightly sweet and pleasantly bubbly. Not his usual but worth it to get you to loosen up. For how expensive it was, it had better be amazing. Your eyes met his after you set your glass on the table, imprint of your lipstick marring the rim.
“What’d y’ think?”
“I like it. ‘s sweet,” you said sliding the glass back toward you, dabbing your spot of missing lipstick.
He couldn’t help but crack a smile at that. One sip and you were already hooked.
“Lemme know when an’ I’ll refill y’ glass,” he said scanning over the menu, trying to seem disinterested.
He watched you out of the corner of his eye take another small sip. Then another, and another and another until it was half gone. He had fun making small talk about your family and plans for college in the fall in between your sips. You had just started to broach into his plans: when he would be away for work and where he would be, when the waitress returned to take your dinner order. You sheepishly pushed your empty flute toward him.
He gave his order but once the waitress turned to you, you had to admit that you hadn’t even looked at the menu.
“Well . . .” the waitress said, pencil to her lip, thinking of something to suggest.
“What do you recommend with the champagne?” he interjected, handing over his menu. “She really likes it.”
“Do you like fish?” she said taking the menu out of his hand then turning back to you. You nodded. “We have a white wine and rosemary poached cod filet with a spring salad on the menu tonight.”
“Sounds delicious. I’ll do that. Thank you,” you said handing over your menu.
Three glasses later, your meals arrived. You were more open and flirty now, and hungry. You did well holding yourself back from plowing straight through your fish. He fed you bits of his steak in between your own food to take the edge off your drunken appetite. Not that it helped much. Once you’d cleared your own plate he started giving your every other piece off his plate. You held up well until he’d reached the middle of his steak. You grimaced with the next bite, washing the pink beef down with another long drink from your glass.
“W’as wrong? Don’t like it?” he questioned.
You shook your head. “It’s raw. Not used to how . . .” you stopped to swallow, “. . . spongy it is?”
He chuckled, cutting another slice of meat, enjoying watching the red juices spill out over the white plate. Old habits, he thought.
“Can’t waste a good piece’a beef now by cookin’ all the flavor out,” he said with a laugh as he bit the chunk of meat off of his fork, teeth bared in a true, wolfish grin. And oh, did he feel like a wolf tonight.
“Sorry,” you apologized, flustered, followed by another sip. As if you were in danger of wounding his pride. “I’m just used to how my parents cook. They like everything well-done.”
The waitress appeared again before he could respond.
“Have you two thought about any dessert for tonight?”
He watched you look excitedly back and forth from him to the waitress, almost vibrating in your chair. He took a wild guess that, yes, you did want dessert.
“Depends,” he said sitting back cooly, grin still not faded from his face, “What cha’ got?”
“We have cheesecake: either plain or strawberry, and a triple chocolate cake.”
You let a soft “oh” fall out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. You clasped your hands over your mouth when you realized. Both he and the waitress had a short laugh at your expense.
“Chocolate lover?” she questioned. You nodded eagerly, the bottom of your face still hidden in your hands. “Then you’ll love it.” she said to you before turning to him. “Let me guess: one piece two forks?”
“Sounds perfect.”
He promised to “help” you with the cake once all three towering layers of it arrived, but he mostly busied himself with slowly sorting out the bill. He was content to let you enjoy your treat on your own, but you insisted on repaying his earlier kindness by feeding him a forkful across the table. He gave you credit where it was due, you made it almost all the way on your own. He only had to grab your hand to correct your aim in the last couple inches. He didn’t let you break eye contact then, either. He let you pull away, back to your chair, to blush as he chewed the little bite, wiping a smear of chocolate sauce from the corner of his mouth.
He was clean when the waitress came back with the receipt.
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Like a true gentleman, he pulled out your chair for you when it was time to leave. He watched you stand up slowly, swaying slightly on your heels as you adjusted your purse and smoothed the back of your dress. That might be a problem. He didn’t need you falling on your face because he got you too drunk on your first nice date. He smoothly threaded his arm around your waist after you’d ambled around your chair. You looked up at him with surprise as he gave your hip a squeeze.
“Doin’ okay, darlin’?” he asked as he slowly lead you toward the door.
You nodded up at him, eyes still wide and almost teary. “Yeah just a little . . . dizzy.”
“Lean on me if y’ need,” he told you softly as he pushed open the restaurant’s front door for you.
It had rained while you were inside. The storm had passed, thankfully, but it left the sidewalk wet and the night sky covered in dark clouds. Not a single star peaked through. He felt you wrap your arm around his waist, a shiver racking your frame as you huddled against him.
“Cold?”
You nodded pathetically into his side. He pulled out of your grasp for a moment to shrug off his jacket. It wasn’t much, but it would cover you better than your little dress. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you shivered harder, all alone and cold in the night air. A sick part of him almost liked how weak you looked now. Almost.
“Here,” he said throwing it over your shoulders. “Better?”
You didn’t answer, only nodded again. You reached out the front to hold his hands as he closed the lapels around you. You breathed out a cloud of warm air as you stepped up to him. He swore that moment spun by for an age, your every action taking longer than the next. Maybe he just wanted to sear your every move into his memory. The way you pressed your hands to his ribs, feeling the small stutter in his usually tempered breaths. How he loosely held your arms, strong fingers urging you to draw further and further forward. You reached up and grabbed his tie, tugging his face gently down.
He knew what you wanted, but he was going to play gentle until you either begged for it or he broke. Whichever came first. He stopped his face a teasing inch away from yours. You breathed another hot, champagne-sweet breath across his lips. He closed his arms around you, caging you in, running his hands down your spine to the small of your back. Your lips were so glossy in the streetlight, begging to be-
“Phil,” you whined, interrupting his thought, “kiss me, please.”
Well shit, he thought, if you were going to be so polite.
It wasn’t much of kiss, if he was being honest. He let you lead, only leaning down that last, lonely inch, so that you could press a peck to his lips. You pulled away right after, shy and surprised. You just stood there in his arms, waiting for him to do something, assuming the worst.
“Phil?” you asked nervously, trying to step away. “Did I do something wrong? . . . I’m sorry-”
Wrong? Oh honey. You’d done nothing wrong. Opened the gates and let the predator in, yes, but you know what you’ve done, right? You’ve been walking this path since that night at the bonfire. His sweet little thing, caught in his snare.
He smirked. All he had wanted was for you to kiss him first. To initiate. To remember everything this way, even in your hazy, drunk memories. It would be easier this way. You were always such a good girl, doing what he needed you to do with just a bit of a push.
He pulled you back into him and slotted his lips over yours before you could react. He squeezed your hip, earning him a gasp, as he worked a line of kisses over your bottom lip. The heavy, oily taste of your lipstick filled his mouth. You groaned into his lips when he caressed your cheek with his other hand.
“Shit, yeah, baby. I’ll kiss ya,” he groaned, pulling apart just enough to speak before diving forward again.
You were melting against his hands, letting him kiss you as much as he wanted in the middle of downtown. It was a good thing that the rain had driven most of the usual crowd indoors. He thinks you would have rather died than face people on the street after they’d heard your audible whine as he tested your top lip with his teeth a bit too hard. He let you step out of his embrace after that, laughing it off. You were so cute when you were embarrassed; cheeks flushing pink and eyes glassy, lips kiss-bitten. He could just eat you up.
He pulled you close to him again by your shoulder as he urged you to continue your walk down the sidewalk. You acquiesced, leaning into the side of his chest with a sigh as you fell in stride with him.
“Only a little farther walk t’ the truck,” he said rubbing your shoulder to try and keep you warm. “Then we gotta hurry up to the movie.”
“Okay,” you said quietly, falling into your usual mode of silence and thought for the rest of the walk.
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Your feet were sore by the time you got to the truck, so he lifted you up into your seat before climbing into his place on the drivers side. It had started raining again, too. He turned on the truck to get the heat rolling. He was buckled in and ready to pull out when he turned to you. He noticed you hadn’t buckled yourself in or turned the vents to face you like you usually did. You just sat, engulfed almost entirely in your seat, quietly twirling your necklace and watching rain hit the windshield.
“Darlin’?” he asked, flipping the middle console back so he could lean over to squeeze your knee.
That broke you out of your spell. You looked at him across the cab with those big eyes, tears about ready to spill over. The necklace sparkled in the overhead light once before you dropped it against your chest. With a wave and a soft “Come ‘ere,” you launch yourself against his side. Once you were back in his arms he petted down your back and held you as close as he could manage with your limbs awkwardly crumpled as they were.
“What’s wrong, sweetpea? Tell me what’s wrong. I’ll fix it. I promise,” he whispered honey-sweet into your hair as you sighed and shook against him. He managed to pull your legs over his lap so that your knees weren’t digging into his kidney and your heels into his leather seats.
“Won’t be mad?” you piped, almost inaudible from how much you were pushed into his shirt.
“‘course I won’t.” What could he have to be mad about?
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
You sighed a long sigh, pulling yourself out of his dress shirt enough to look up at his gentle, smirking face. He followed your eyes when you looked down. Oh. His hand has been stroking from your knee to thigh, stopping at the hem of your dress. He was just trying to calm you. Honestly. He assumed his handsy behavior was bothering you. He was about to pull his hand away when you placed your hand on his.
Oh.
You pulled his hand down your leg until it was at the edge of your dress. The farthest he had ever touched you.
“Don't wanna go to the movie, Phil,” you whined, running your thumb over his knuckles as his fingers broke under the hem.
He pinched at the new, sensitive skin you’d allowed him access to. It didn’t stop you. Hell, you continued to push his hand farther under your skirt until, fuck, his hand stroked at what could only be the edge of your panties. You leaned against him and moaned. You were so sensitive it was boiling his brain.
“Phil, take me home. Please.”
“Sure you don’t want to go?” he joked, having to cover his ragged breathing with a laugh. It didn’t help that he chose to interpret your twisting grip on his forearm as your desire for him to move his fingers that little bit more to the right, barely touching your pussy through your underwear. “Been talking about it all-”
“Yes!” you keened, spine arching and hands balling into his shirt. “Yes, please. Just take me . . .”
“Where?” he asked sternly sliding his hand up the front of your panties, earning a shuddering moan, as he pulled away. He didn’t need to look at his fingers as they took hold of the steering wheel to know you were wet. He kept his eyes on you as he threw the truck in reverse, already rolling back. “Can’t do this here. My house or yours?”
You looked at him silently until a horn honk made the both of you jump. He slammed on the brakes and grabbed the rear view mirror to get a clear look at what was behind them. The little white truck he had almost backed into screeched out of the parking lot. He chuckled as he tipped the mirror back into position. Too bad for them they had a very noticeable vanity license plate. He would have to make a call about that later.
“Asshole,” he said with a smirk, holding you close as he carefully backed out; pulling onto the dark, wet street.
#mw2#graves/reader#graves x reader#cod fanfic#starry writes#I continue my sinning ways by denying the smut to yall 😔#It will be in the next chapter though! I promise!!#vote in the poll if you want to influence how the next chapter will shake out#edited the header to look more ~polished~ hope yall don't mind
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in the whitchlite carinval. straight up “caking it.” and by “it”, haha, well. lets justr say. My chad
(some gideon exploration & little doodles)
#ok i think i might be obsessed with freeform#its just…so low stakes yk?#and very simple#idk its nice to use for little things like this#it was supposed to be some ideas for day 18 of loa shiptober (tattoo artist/florist)#but i got sidetracked#what can i say#gideon lovers (cough cough dragon cough) enjoy your mans <3#i really like how the half body shot came out#gideons body type is so nice to draww idk why?#i definitely draw too many skinny ppl (i love you kremy but you’re literally built like a wine glass) so i enjoy some more variety i guess#conflicted over how the portrait came out#do i like it? do i not like it? who knows…what a mystery….certainly not me……..#i should probably draw torbek frost and gricko more#but my mind is preoccupied with middle aged man yaoi#speaking of middle aged man yaoi…….#ive embraced the cringe within (its dead! if youre not hurting anyone do what you want!!)#and written my second coalecroux fic (shoutout to my beloved mutual szare for beta reading it!!!!) and im in the process of polishing it up#so….stay tuned……#will probably draw a Specific Scene (tm) because im proud of it like a toddler is proud of their silly cute crayon scribbles on the wall#ALSO#thank you to the person who pointed out to me that gideon doesnt actually canonically have uneven horns its just hair#i have elected to adopt the uneven horns thing regardless because IMPERFECTIONS RAHHH#theyre more fun to draw for me#ok ill stop rambling now#thanks for reading <3#once upon a witchlight#legends of avantris#gideon coal#ouaw
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